A haiku is a dense little nugget of poetry with some very simple rules: it has to be three lines, and those lines have to be five syllables, seven syllables, and five syllables. That's it. Of course, there has to be some poetic merit. It can't just be 17 syllables chopped into three bits. But it can be about anything. So why not zombies?

Thanks for all your submissions. Sorry that the last few took so long to get online.

Playing fetch with Spot
is dangerous when the bones
he brings back still move.

I hunger for your
delicious cerebellum.
Where's the ice cream scoop?

Wading, the fish nip
and nibble off my ankles.
Oh, God! Zombie fish!

I felt your lips, teeth
brush against my shoulderblade,
but it was not love.

Isn't that our dead
garbage man? I wish he would
throw himself away.

Zombie Bruce Springsteen
was not "Born to Run"; no, he
was born to eat brains.

They stumble away
from my worm-eaten visage.
My feet are freezing.

Autumn's bold decay
cannot stop the oncoming
waves of undead flesh.

Mother? Is that you?
How did you get out of your
casket? Ouch! Argh! Ahh--